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[Silence for a while, and then a quiet groan, seemingly out of nowhere; apparently Guy's gone and left Asch's journal open in case he wakes up while no one's around.]

... nngh...

...dammit...

[ooc: awake, but semi-incoherent. Be nice to the poor boy?]

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But... we like you too, Asch.

... Asch?

...I still have trouble... understanding that. And accepting it.

Sometimes... sometimes I do too. It's hard for me to believe that anyone could actually like someone like me.

You're not a cold person, Emil. At least you're easy to approach.

But I'm a coward and annoying and I apologize too much.

And all I ever do is yell at everyone. So what does it matter?

So, people here care about us anyway, even though we're not easy to be friends with.

...But the people who came to help aren't even my friends. Besides you.

Maybe they want to be your friends.

I don't understand why.

Maybe... maybe you shouldn't try to figure out why.

...What?

Well, I mean... if you spend too much time thinking about why they want to be your friends, you won't be able to appreciate their friendship for what it is.

... I'm not sure that came out right.

....No, I... I think I understand. Sort of. Maybe.

They must want to be your friends for a reason, right?

...And... even though I don't know why, I don't have to.

Right!

...Thanks, Emil. Again.

O-oh, um, Richter is the one you should be thanking, not me. He's the one who did the healing.

Doesn't matter. If you hadn't been keeping an eye out, he might not have known. And you came to help anyway.

But... I didn't do anything.

Listen to me. It doesn't matter.

It means a lot that you came to see how I was anyway.

I...

... thank you, Asch.

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